Giordano’s POV At The Private Hospital Hidden Offsite.
“Do something!”
His voice thundered through the white hallway like a bomb.
“DO SOMETHING, GODDAMMIT!”
The doctor flinched but kept working. Mask on, gloves bloody, eyes panicked.
Giordano stood by the hospital bed, fists clenched so tight his nails dug into his palms. The little body on the bed, his son, jerked again. A cough ripped through the boy’s chest.
More blood.
More red on the sheets.
“Papa…” the boy whimpered. “It hurts…”
Giordano’s whole body snapped. He grabbed the edge of the bed, breathing hard. “I know, bambino. I know.”
The boy was five. Just five.
Didn’t even know how to tie his shoes right. Still used the wrong fork. Still had nightmares about shadows under the bed. Still smiled like he thought the world was
